Joe

It's about a square ad executive (Dennis Patrick) who kills the drug dealer boyfriend of his junkie daughter (Susan Sarandon, her film debut). He strikes up a friendship with a bigoted factory worker (Peter Boyle) and the two decide to infiltrate the hippie world of lower East Side of New York.

This is a gritty, sometimes funny look at hippie and drug culture. Peter Boyle is excellent as the loudmouth working stiff, being both funny and scary at the same time. The music is good too, an excellent song sung by Jerry Butler is played over the credits and there is a hilarious country tune dedicated to the Joe character. The film is not for everyone, if you are offended by foul language, racial slurs, nudity, drugs or violence, you should stay away. In fact, you should probably stay way from the 1970s if you are so offended.

In this truly unique and penetrating movie that both personifies a culture clash and its inherent differences,the viewer gets a first hand look at the late 60's,early 70's and what they stood for.A drastic change in the way people dressed,wore hair,talked and thought.A mindset of differing views amongst the populace.The establishment vs. the Hippies.For within this movie are more than just characterizations,but more specifically,an outlook on life,war,habits,religion and peace. The main focal point and protagonist {JOE} is an unworldy blue collar stiff,who's fierce loyalty to flag and country is aptly on display in his basement,being a showcase of sorts for his gun collection,war memorabilia and medals.Living in a simple neighborhood with clone together housing and working in a factory,his life is relagated to wife's ordinary meatloaf with plenty of ketchup,beer at local bar and more beer at home and in basement ,of course.A rather humdrum existance,except for his views on many a topic of late - war,peace and them Hippies.And of course the blacks.Couldn't be a good bigot without mentioning and uttering the N word as vociferously and with such ease of authority as our rude and crude lead character.Yet,for all his apparent character flaws,I was drawn too.He was the genuine article and real character of sorts. Enter the Hippie element in the form of Susan Sarrandon and very authentic-looking Hippie boyfriend and their pad.Living in the village and surrounded by all kinds of Hippieish stuff like candles,tie-dye sheets and of course plenty of hippie clothes and long hair.Their a couple of drug-induced pushers{heroine habit} who look and act the part with authority.Slacking their way thru society and on the nerves of upper class white-collar father Dennis Patrick,who finds comfort and kindship with JOE as the two battle them Hippies,as Sarandon flees the scene to escape her strong-willed and establishment father.So Joe and father have a twofold mission;to find his daughter,and kick a little Hippie butt ,while on trail. The village hunt is exciting and takes me back to my early hippie days,hanging around those hippie places{every big city had a village of sorts}.which were nicely photographed.The movie has a certain air of conscienceness and feel for the early peace movement and its supporters and detractors.As the viewer becomes more and more acquainted with Joe and new buddy {white-collar Patrick},we witness a tour of mind and manners,both alcohol and drug fueled for culture clash and intensified search on meaning and lifestyle of the times.Absolutely,one of the best movies to show disparate view on the subject of clashing generations With an unorthodox ending and stark realization of denouement,this is a truly unique and compelling tale of society as it was unravelling before a generations eyes. 5 out of 5 star or 10/10 for brilliant story of mores and manners ,circa late 60's.Dig Daddio

... "Joe" captures the spirit, fears, angers, and prejudices of the time as perhaps no other film does. Joe Curran, as played by Peter Boyle, is a super-malevolent Archie Bunker to the n-th degree. He makes the Carroll O'Connor - Norman Lear TV character seem as lovable and cuddly as Tickle Me Elmo by comparison. In contrast to Bunker, Joe Curran most definitely would burn a cross on your front lawn, instead of just toasting a marshmallow on one he found already burning there, to borrow the words of young Lionel Jefferson, spoken to Sammy Davis Jr. about Archie Bunker. Released hard on the heels of the Kent State University "massacre", and the CSNY track "Ohio", and the Isley Bros. medley of "Ohio" and Jimi Hendrix's "Machine Gun", it's as hard-hitting as the probably by now mostly forgotten fall 1968 CBS TV play, "The People Next Door". Bill Compton's ironic comment about the vacuity of much upper-echelon white-collar work, "All we do is sit around all day making little paper airplanes and sail them up people's asses !" is as relevant today as it was then. Equally memorable is the retort of the hippie girl Joe has just had sex with, "How could I lie to you ? You just balled me !" Free love as a hippie litmus of truth ? The film is as much a part, and sign of, its times, as Altamont, "Gimme Shelter", "Putney Swope", and "M.A.S.H." and "Patton" playing on the same bill in many theaters in 1971. Joe Curran's "42 % of all liberals are queer !" is a worthy companion prejudice to Archie Bunker's "England is a fag country !"

"Joe" is one of those movies where, although you think that it might go along smoothly, ends up hitting you like...I can't come up with an analogy. It showed not only that America's long-standing idea of unity was moot, but also the various aspects within our society. Melissa Compton (Susan Sarandon) is the ultimate flower child, while her father Bill (Dennis Patrick) is a clean-cut executive. One day, Bill accidentally kills Melissa's boyfriend. In the immediate aftermath, Bill gets acquainted with Joe Curran (Peter Boyle), an ultra-right-wing, rabidly racist working stiff. As a result, the two of them end up associating more and more with the hippies, whom Bill finds unpleasant and Joe outright hates. But in the end, everything has dead serious consequences.

True, some parts of the movie are a little bit dated, but it's a good juxtaposition of America's two sides during the Vietnam War. And rest assured, the residual effects of all that will probably never go away.

Norman Wexler, who went on to encapsulate the zeitgeist in SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER and to create deathless, hyper-offensive camp in MANDINGO, was a prince among hot-button-pushers in JOE. When a Madison Avenue type (Dennis Patrick) throttles to death the sneering drug pusher who was the lover of his daughter (Susan Sarandon), he meets an unlikely fan and friend: Joe Curran (Peter Boyle), a racist, hippie-hating hardhat type who's as far from the genteel Mr. Compton as warm root beer is from gravlax and eggs. The movie is as flummoxing, and as weirdly elating, as a deeply abusive boyfriend. One minute it's getting you to giggle along with the no-baloney Joe; a second later, he's a Hitlerian psychopath. At times, we're touched by the friendship and mutual respect that crosses class lines; at other times, we're made to chuckle at Joe and his wife's homely ways, and at still others Compton's brand of magazine-derived good taste comes in for a beating. Like another surprise hit of its year, PATTON, JOE has that non-lecturing, read-it-this-way-or-that quality. Nearly every scene has something for an audience to cheer or boo (and oftentimes, those are the same things). The director, John G. Avildsen, has a few real winners (SAVE THE TIGER, NEIGHBORS) in his undistinguished career; this may be tops among them.